Green Peaches .
Moving without direction , sojourning .
An episodic movement of random meander .
Through uplands and lowlands .
Let the very soul guide you .
Through a spiritual journey of awakening .
Shed all belongings .
Cast fate to the winds .
Feel the breeze of the afterlife .
Kiss across your face .
Encapsulate the consummate wayfarer .
Do not account for things .
Take note of things .
Strive for obligated connection .
Beauty is not only found in what you observe .
Albeit with compassionate perspicacity .
But also in how you come to know yourself .
When alone .
View the moon .
Define yourself as a ghost-to-be .
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